Poem #2,825 | She books hotel rooms

She books hotel rooms –
each day she reads one
page of a Gideon bible –
enough to see her good
& under God & over it all
for that double rate – As
plates clatter with serve
& place of a breakfast of
re-heated feeds she sits
alone – They all hate her
in that room – Insecurity
does not come cheap in
four star chained hotels